Danny (ringthegong) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-10-15 18:06:00 |
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{ w h o } OPEN TO ALL
{ w h a t } campfire camaraderie
{ w h e n } Monday night after the show
{ w h e r e } the back lot, around a campfire
{ r a t i n g } PG
The carnival had set up South of the Mason-Dixon line but the cold Northern weather seemed to have followed, chasing them into Maryland. Never mind. Someone had brought in a supply of firewood and built a bonfire. The day's work over for most, the carnies gathered around, pulling camp chairs and makeshift seats into the cheery circle of firelight. Here and there a bottle was passed from hand to hand and the tips of cigarettes glowed red as the embers that flew up from the crackling logs.
Vlad set his bow against the strings of his violin and a dance tune threaded itself in and around the friendly laughter and quiet conversation. Danny's foot began to tap in time to the tune. In no time the big man had succumbed to the music, rising to his feet and slipping past the crowd to the outer edge of the darkness ringing the bonfire. Spinning and stepping to his own improvised mix of Polish Polka, Virginia Reel, and Russian Cossack dance, he was nothing more than a darker shape moving among the shadows cast by the leaping flames.